Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

A minute of success pays for years of failure.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.